100 Worder
Roger Noons
The Journey
Ein Berliner Pils
When I arrived at
Checkpoint Brava, chaos prevailed. I did as directed, parking in a lane for
foreigners. I remained in the driving seat. Each time after receiving the
signal, I edged forward, until it was my turn. A police officer appeared on
each side.
“Papers.”
I offered my passport,
GDR Entry Visa and the documents relating to the Opel. After what seemed an
age, they were passed back, and as the officer gave the signal for the barrier
to be raised, his colleague opened the passenger door and jumped in. She
squeezed my hand as I accelerated.
About the Author
Roger is a regular contributor to the CaféLit site and a
couple of his stories have been selected for theBest of CaféLit 2012.
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